I have a pimp suit. My pimp suit brings me much joy. It adds a little something different to any situation or outing, or tour. Buying milk for instance. It’s much more fun to go the grocery to buy milk wearing a pimp suit. Try it out, you will see. Put a pimp suit on and go buy milk. Give yourself a pimp name, such as “˜The Cookie Snake’, or “˜The Aquatic Sheik Stack.’ Joy, laughter, and splendid times will abound.

Break your pimp suit when your friend’s least expect it. Such as when you wake up on tour in their friend’s house and it’s time to thank them for their hospitality. Say, “The Cookie Snake needs to know who wants to shine his gold and where his bitches are at.”

Photos: Marlon Schaeffer

We played Cafe Du Nord in San Francisco. They served a salmon. Real good. And had peanut butter cookies. A writer in the Guardian wrote a preview for the show and was talking about how when he was younger he would stage epic battles between Chewbacca figures and chess pieces and stuffed animals. I used to do that too. The Chewbaccas always won.

Cafe Trieste has delicious coffee beverages.

Photo: Dan Tyler

Here’s the dog in Lincoln Park that took a crap right next to where these people were laying. I wish you could have heard them. “Aw”¦ No”¦ That is terrible.”� They were pretty stuck up people. If the dog hadn’t taken a crap there, I would have.

Photo: Dan Tyler

Cookie Snake unmasked and practicing aerial break pimpography ninjitsue. I am an aqua belt.

Photo: Tony Nelson

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